Holy Hell, The Views!

Happy Koala

So I logged into WordPress and almost had a heart attack – this blog just had a TON of views since my last post went online, which either means that either Kyle and K (who shared the link on Facebook – just tell me which of your pages you want me to link your names to on this post) are REALLY influential or people really are tired of writers who don’t put the work in so they read this over and over again.

It’s perfectly possible that it’s a little of both, but I’m more inclined to think that I have influential friends/contacts. Because most of the people around me are awesome.

Happy Koala
King Koala agrees

Whatever it is, I’d like to say THANK YOU to everyone who read that particular post. It’s a topic that I’m passionate about, and it’s gratifying to know that there are people who found it interesting. It doesn’t matter if you agree or disagree with my opinions; the fact that you took the time to take a peek is enough. If you ended up looking at my other posts without fleeing in fear, I’m even more grateful. I do understand that I have a tendency to overdo the thinking. And the nerd rage.

Again, thank you. I didn’t think a large number of page views would make me happy, but it did.

Especially since it gave me an excuse to write a filler blog post like this.

I really suck
I really do.

Seriously, though. The views made me happy. Should I write more posts on the art of writing for the web?

Some Thanks and a Poem

To all the folks who responded to my request for help, thank you! 🙂  Based on your recommendations, I’m going to call this new category for my posts…”WriteInBetween”!

All my frightening attempts at writing fiction and poetry will be placed under its category (someday, I might build a separate blog for posts like this).  You, of course have been warned.

That being said, here’s the very first piece I’m going to post on this blog.  May god have mercy on our sanities.



Soothing cool black

bitterness on my tongue

In the ridges of

my palate,

minnowing disappointment


my larynx


my throat

Burning acrimony in the belly

of my toothless pride


You wonder

at my eyes of molten stone


like a sleeping cat,

stretches between your world and mine

Scratching at my ankles

Asking me to stay

(Telling me to leave?)

The sun warms the air and

I feel myself kneaded

Rising like dough

(Who else here writes poetry?  I’d like to see your work!)